Its summer party simulation sand
You sink your beers take just a pinch of salt
Your babes in bathing suits tread low tide land
They dance about they smell of brine on malt
Its Captain Snooks tossed ballast found at fault
Empirical the cartage long ago
The current scene excites that we exalt
Top shelf tinged dixie sodas start to flow
In boats afar the hobbyists rig or row
Their wakes tap waves around the bobs of bouys
All sun tanned skins exude a gorgeous glow
Ten gulls escape our speakers nod to noise
To sausage sizzle Neptune lends a fork
To celebrate too pops a bottle cork
Chorus fork leister trident
